-2006- (5 years old)
Kay, her 5 year old self, sped down the hallway in her house. She circles her living room, thinking she's a race car. She speeds her way into the kitchen, bumping into her dad.
"Kay!" Her father exclaims. He holds her head so she stops moving. "Remember the neighbors, across the street?" Her father pointed at the little boy hiding behind him. He had long, brown hair but very messy. She shook her head. "Well, this fella needs a playmate for a little bit, okay?"
She glances up at the boy, tears streaking down his face and some already stained. He wasn't making any sound of some sort. Kay shuffled.
"Daddy what happened?" She looks up at him while the boy wipes his tears on the sleeves of his shirt.
"Well, his daddy needed to go to the hospital and he needs to do something while he's gone." They both stood still and looked at each other. "Take him to your room and show him your cool toys." He suggested, patting her on the head.
Kay shrugs and leads the way to her bedroom. The boy slowly walks behind as the dad watching them leave, hoping she'd find a new friend and the boy to get better.
Kay opens the door and leads the boy to walk in first. She shuts her white pastel door behind her.
The boy takes a look around her room and is fascinated on her toys. "What's your name?" She asks. "Mine's Kay."
"Liam," he says. He grabs a Barbie doll, preferably Ken, and starts playing. Kay joins him.
"That's a nice name you got there," She replies. He just shrugs.
Kay grabs a doll-sized comb from the floor combs her doll's bleached curls. "What happened to your dad?" She says quietly.
He sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve once again, grossing Kay out. "I don't know, your dad said something about his heart."
"Did you call 9-1-1?"
"I couldn't find the phone," Kay senses that he might cry and stops asking.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I have some pudding-pops in my fridge, do you want some?"
He looks up at her cheerfully, and nods. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" He yells before running through her door. She giggles by his excitement and follows in his tracks.
He beats her to the kitchen and takes a seat at the table and sits properly jokingly and folds his hands together. She runs in after and goes to the fridge. She pulls up a step stool and opens the freezer gently.
"Chocolate or vanilla?" She digs through the colorful cardboard box.
"Vanilla." He replies. She finds the correct package and chucks it at him. He successfully catches it and rips it open. She gallops over to the table he's sitting at and sits across from him.
"Okay, I'll take chocolate."
They make silly faces at each other and got ice cream smeared across their faces and that's when everyone knew, they couldn't be split up.
